Santa Teresa

One week. No TV. No radio. No newspaper. No phone. No Internet.
A chicken passes by. A leaf falls down.
One week. No deadlines. There’s no dilemma choosing between whether I please myself or someone else.
Two cows stare at me, curious but coy, just like me at times.A boy runs away from my camera. A dog barks.
Wheat grows. The corn is harvested. The soybean is being planted.
One week. Right here. Right now.